Oliver carefully extracted himself from the observation bench inside the cooled med bay, careful not to rouse Renee who was fast asleep on the soft seat off to the far wall. His steps were almost totally silent in crossing the area to the extended bed. One of six currently occupied. The primary village medic gave Oliver a glance and left his patient to follow, seeing what Oliver had noticed too. The men stood to either side as Elder Scimitar groaned and was in the process of coming out of the induced coma the morning of the third day. The Elder’s head was completely wrapped and tightly bound in white healing tape. Tape that was changed every three hours for maximum healing purposes. Black eyes cracked in the dimly lit medical bay where a curtain also helped block the early morning sunlight from streaming in through windows. “Wha…” Oliver extended a hand over the man’s chest to push down gently, but firmly. “Best you keep laying down, Brother.” “Brother Void?” Scimitar blinked in confusion.
